Haven't you learned anything
from the tapes we've watched?
He'll die.
You'll say you can't move on.
You'll move on just fine in the city with me,
falling for one of my friends;
falling deeper down the rabbit hole
into some cliche label
that has yet to be properly named.
I'll then be forced into some war
I want nothing to do with,
and despite the fact
that I will become a broken man,
there will be no Beatles song
to carry me home.

We will sing and dance on the rooftops.
Forgetting the lower levels of our lives.

Oh sister,
if watching Across the Universe
has taught me one thing
it's that I helped to raise you right.
I just didn't know
it was right into the lions mouth
that is the urban crawl
of trading your life away
for dark dank bar corners
and aromatic head shops.